The feelings of home to me

When I am home one of the things is a cozy safe place just for me my bedroom. My bed feels so soft and silky sometimes it can feel smooth and warm. The things I need to drift asleep are cozy blankets and stuffed animals just for me. When I'm in bed, a comforting noise is the sound of my fish tank drip-drip, drip-drop. I don't know why but I see something slithering inside so slick and so smooth rushing though the water. I take a closer look and guess what I see, my pet axolotl, as I fall deep into sleep. I wake up early in the morning to something nice, the smell of bacon and something slightly creamy. As I jump out of bed the smell gets stronger, I walk into the kitchen to see my mom filling up a bowl of something that smells quite delightful. She hands it to me, and I see its clam chowder and I can't hold back how excited I feel. I eat a spoonful of soup and as it drips down my throat it's so warm and creamy. When I finish the soup, I set down my bowl and give my mom a big warm hug. I tip-toe over to my dog cage, I open it up and give him the biggest hug. As I'm stroking his fur, I feel his emotions he's happy and calm or at least I think so because I feel it deep in my soul. When I stop petting his silky fur, he slowly walks away then he starts drinking. I watch him and hear him drinking and then I start to feel quite soothed, and I realize it's time for me to go to bed. Home to me is somewhere safe with loved ones like family and Mabey your best friend who you treasure with all your heart. What home means to me is somewhere you feel you belong home is a smell a sound a feeling everything the makes you happy. It breaks my heart when I think of the fact that some people are homeless, it makes me sad because everyone should get to have their own feelings of home.